Finn, you better be glad I didn’t have a mouth full of drink when I read that, or you’d be owing me a new shirt. And monitor. And keyboard. And replacement drywall for the area behind the monitor. And…

All hope seems lost now. There is still no sign of the rescue party, and many in the expedition now fear that Mr. Whiskers may not have survived his attempt to reach base camp with our coordinates. The ceaseless blizzard has confined us to the supply tent to conserve fuel, and the men are sullen and irritable. This morning, Puff-Puff and Jackie Boy came to blows over who had gotten the largest ration of mouse.

I had a rabbit (Blackadder) get stuck in my bathrobe sleeve once. The robe was on the floor, he was messing around with it, got scaredby something, and ran down the sleeve the wrong way…he looked like a big fat bunny sausauge, with just his head and front feet sticking outthe sleeve end – too fat to fit the rest! Backing up didn’t occur to him, apparently, so we had to very gently shake him out….

I didn’t just have Blackadder at the time, I had Baldric, too. Their personalities were quite a bit like their namesakes. Baldric was also quite small, and followed Blackadder everywhere. There were many instances of “clever plans” gone wrong with those two 🙂